Pink is high among the most powerful courtroom drama movies that I have seen including British and Hollywood films. I have written about other Indian films that are changing how Indian movie makers are changing and this is another instance of such a change. I am delighted that Indian movie producers are now willing to address serious social issues while keeping the commercial aspects in view as well. The issues raised are not only India specific as the gender issues are universal. It is so pleasing to see no song and dance routines and idiotic and irrelevant foreign locales.
Pink’s story is powerful because it projects reality without holding anything back and the direction is faultless. The background information is not shown till the titles start to roll at the end, but for all that, the presentation is excellent. The viewers are kept glued to their seats without losing interest even for a moment.
While Amitabh Bachchan‘s performance can be justified due to his seniority in the trade, the three female leads, all new to me, and the young male characters, produce amazing performances. There is hope yet for the future of Indian films if such talent can be found and nurtured. The deliberate bringing together of girls from Delhi, Meghalaya and a Muslim is a very thoughtful idea to showcase reality and the producer must be complimented for that.
I was particularly impressed with one of the accused asking the cross examining lawyer “do you know who you are talking to?”, such a typically Delhi bravado, and in a different scene, his powerful politician uncle asking him to grow up and leave the trash behind.
I give it a five out of five rating and highly recommend viewing it to my readers.
PS. The residential colony that features prominently in the film is Sarva Priya Vihar where, we had lived between 1980 and 1983 when it was relatively new. I had gone there for old time’s sake two years ago and saw the house where we lived from the outside.
I had to settle a bet by taking two of my friends to lunch out yesterday and was looking forward to some rest and peace today to catch up with my routine. It was not to be as my persistent friend Ramesh decided that we must watch Wazir before it got removed from all theaters tomorrow. So, with much reluctance I accompanied him and am, in retrospect, glad that I did.
It is a pity that it is not doing very well at the box office but how does one measure the taste of our movie going public? At the theater on cross checking, I was told that today would indeed be the last screening of the film as collections have been very disappointing.
The link to the film given in the first paragraph will take you to Wikipedia which gives a detailed review of the film but let me just add my two bits. The entire story revolves around two characters portrayed with remarkable aplomb by Amitabh Bachchan and Farhan Akhtar. All the other actors are simply cameo roles and the action scenes rather short and effective. But these two actors do a remarkable job of carrying the entire story on their shoulders and the very effective direction and editing has ensured that the film does not run for more than 104 minutes. One of the shortest films that I have recently seen and that alone makes me give it an additional star to the three that I had originally planned for it, to make it a 4/5.
If you can catch it, please do not miss it.
Life is like a ten-speed bike. Most of us have gears we never use.
~ Charles Schulz,
Let me explain why I dug up that quote.
There is a bit of painting work going on in my home and I got some wet paint on to a favourite white kurta. I would have normally sent the kurta with my Jeeves to the local dry cleaner to get the stain removed but since I was going out for a pedicure anyway, I decided to go myself. To my surprise, I saw the establishment being run by a very smart lady, rather unusual for that business here. She took one look at the stain and said that it was hopeless and if I wanted to wear the kurta I should dye the whole garment to the colour of the paint, chocolate brown! I was taken aback and exclaimed that I could not very well wear a brown kurta as I would look weird. The lady promptly suggested that if Amitabh Bachhan can wear coloured kurtas, I could too.
I hemmed and hawed and suggested that I was not in the same league to which, the lady said, that it was the Big B who was not in my league!
What speed gear should I have changed to?
PS. I took her advise and have arranged for the kurta to be dyed. I shall wear it and take a photograph to publish a follow up post to this.